Spiteful crown

Twisting and curling, wringing knots through my stomach,
A feeling unidentifiable poisons my mind,
It's not jealousy, she has a different taste,
He isnt anger, his bite is far sharper,
He can't be spite, she hasn't shown up for years,
But she has the same sickly smile,
Those twisted haunting eyes,
That dreading feeling.

I'm about to regret my actions aren't I?
But if we're gonna do the dumb,
Lets do it with pride right?
You judged her better,
So lets judge me better than you,
Drag you down,
Drown you in the deep.

I now hear the sweet laugh of anger, maybe he is here,
I can taste jealousy, I guess she made her appearance,
Spite is just relaxing in her throne,
And of course envy is plotting his mind games, in his crown of flames,
Surrounded by the fickle wreath of sins,
The outcome won't be good, will it?

Sorry for what I say,
Not sorry for the results though,
I'll be that spiteful queen,
She gave me her crown,
Now I smile on my new throne.